Unchosen Road
By Leila H
I stand at an intersection,
Leading to four different landscapes.
Colour grid like crowd,
The unknown adventures.
I stand in the middle,
Looking around, moving around.
A blur of colours,
Streaking by me
I want to try all the thrills,
But I know, after I choose I can’t look back.
I’m like a puppet,
Standing at an intersection.